I started rubbing her soft thigh and we started kissing. I could feel her warm wet toun in my mouth and taste her fruity lip gloss! All I wanted was t... fuck!! I asked her if she wanted to go to her too And have some fun so she took me up to her room. I asked her if she had ever came before and she told me she had wailed a few times but she wasnt sure. I told her to lie down on the bed and open her legs. I slowly stArted to kiss down her inner thigh, I could feel her body squirming with pleasure. My poor bloated tits were slapped and whipped, my nipples pinched, pulled, and twisted. My tits had never experienced pleasure and pain like it. I screamed with nearly every stroke, tweak or yank. Finally, he stopped, "Look at your tits now, whore," he demanded as he paused the flogger's swing. I looked down to see that my tits were bulging globes, distended and overripe to the extreme. They looked like they could burst at any minute. They were a deep reddish purple, with red lines where the. I could probably have had a date with a different girl each weekend. I may have actually done that, I'm not sure. Yes, I did date some girls more than once, and I did have some dates with some of the same girls from last summer. But I never felt any strong feelings for any of them. They were just how guys got relief from sexual tension. That's how it is in high school."When school started this fall, in the very first week of practice, I was helping this new girl do her mount, but she didn't. My body was exhausted and I was painfully hovering on the brink of arousal. My legs were shaking when Master put the bar up to them to measure. I could see I was a good two or more inches off, and when he held the ruler up, he announced that it was 11 centimeters. I whimpered. He looked at me, shocked at the sound. "Why did you make that sound, Slave?" "My nipples still hurt from when Brian spanked them, Sir," I said. He stood up and slapped my right breast and then the left hard, right at.